We Murdered Her

Together, we murdered her,
eighteen years ago.
We did it without warning,
without even noticing.
I am wearing her skin,
and I walk her around
as though her name is mine.
I am her ghost,
but I am the dead one;
I was the one left behind
not the body, but the mind.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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0 Responses to We Murdered Her

  1. tealstone says:

    So powerful. I like it!

  2. Trent Lewin says:

    Crike, that’s bleak. A bit autobiographical? Doesn’t matter one way or the other, like it either way.

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